INTERVIEW WITH JOHN TROAN Interviewed by Ford Risley Conducted under the auspices of the Pennsylvania Newspaper Journalists Oral History Program Department of Journalism Penn State University 2006 John Troan Interview Risley: This is an interview with John Troan at his home in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, on August 18, 2005. I guess we’ll get started at the beginning. Tell me when and where you were born. Troan: Well, I was born in the little coal mining town near Scranton, Pennsylvania, called Jessup. And according to the state’s vital statistics bureau, I was born on August 23, 1918, even though my mother insisted it was 1919. Risley: Why did she insist it was 1919? Troan: She said I was not born until after World War I had ended. And that was her recollection. But the midwife who delivered me signed the certificate saying 1918, so I accept that. Risley: Tell me a little bit about your parents. Troan: Well, they were immigrants, from what was then Austria—Hungary, and is now a part of Slovakia. They came into the United States in 1908—same year Bob Hope came in. He came in from England. His friends had preceded him and they told him there were a lot of opportunities in coal mining and steel making. So he elected to come and go into the coal mines—anthracite coal mines in and near Scranton. And then he sent for my mother—told her if the opportunity arose, and he had a job, he would bring her in and he did—brought my mother and my two older sisters here. They were all born over in Slovakia, and they came that same year. My mother was illiterate. My father learned to speak broken English, but he was pretty fluent in five other languages and could read both Roman and Cyrillic alphabet. However, he didn’t want any of his two sons to follow him into the coal mines because he said coal mining was only for two kinds of animals: four-legged mules and two-legged jackasses. So he tried to steer us out. He had no trouble steering me out. My brother, ten years older, wanted to be a coal miner but he lasted only about three days. Risley: So your parents had four children? 2 Troan: They had ten children but only four survived infancy. I was the tenth. In those days there was whooping cough, scarlet fever, diphtheria. She lost quite a few of them over in Slovakia before they came. Risley: And tell me about your family name. Troan: The family name was Troanovitch. And everybody in the family continued to use that name and I did, too. When I got a job in Pittsburgh with the Pittsburgh Press and finally that was amputated by my city editor. Should I tell the story? Ford Risley: Sure. John Troan: I was on the rewrite desk my first month or so with the Pittsburgh Press as a reporter working the rewrite desk. And the ritual there was the reporter would call in, the telephone operator would get his call and she’d yell to the city editor, “Klein calling.” Klein was the police reporter, and then he would get a briefing from the reporter and he would yell, “Klein to Troanovitch” or “Klein to Sample (the other rewrite man),” or “Klein to Anderson,” or whatever. And one day I was uptight. I didn’t want to miss a signal and I noticed him (the city editor) talking on the phone and he finally slammed the phone and I thought he said Troanovitch. So I picked it up. What he had said—he was disturbed by the caller—was “son of a bitch.” And he said, “That does it. I have been worried what they might do with your name up at the composing room.” So he chopped it in half, made it Troan. That was my first byline. He didn’t tell me he was going to chop it in half until I got my first byline. Risley: Did you change your name legally or is it legally Troanovitch? Troan: Legally Troan. I got into difficulties with that. I would write, for instance the St. Louis Post Dispatch asked me to do a story, a feature on something that I had written about at the Press. So I sent it to them and I got a check for $25 made out to John Troan. So I took it to the Mellon Bank here in Pittsburgh and the teller told me, “You’ve got to sign this twice. You have to sign it John Troan and you have to sign it John Troanovitch to put it into your account.” Well after a couple of those affairs I just said I’m going to cut it and a lawyer friend told me there’s no problem. I’ll just put 3 an ad in your own Pittsburgh Press and if nobody protests, we’ll make it. So that was it. From there on it was Troan. My father had passed away when I was still in high school. My mother was a little disturbed by this. And I said, “Mom, you always said it isn’t the name that counts. It’s what the person does and what the person is.” And “-ovitch” just meant son of Troan anyway. So that’s it. And everybody accepted it. They’re all happy with it. Certainly the children were. They don’t have to write that long. Risley: Good. Well, tell me about your education and how it prepared you to become a journalist. Troan: Well, I was always eager to find out what things were. What’s going on. I did get into school. I was promoted from first grade to second grade right after Christmas holiday and then skipped third grade. Well, went to third grade the next year and then skipped to fifth the following year. But I was always interested in what’s going on in the world. Selling cloverine salve and ointment earned me a subscription to the Saturday Evening Post. And I started reading some of the stories there and I thought, “Gee, I could write one of these stories.” So I sent them my first story, fiction, and got back my first rejection slip. They told me it did not in every way meet their requirements. I still don’t know what they meant by “in every way.” I think it was just terrible. But I saved the rejection slip; I’ve since lost it however. Anyway that was the whole thing and when I got into high school in my sophomore year I started what I called a newspaper. I called it The Parrot. I was just repeating everything I heard and it was a big hit because we had no high school newspaper. Jessup was a distressed district. Teachers often were not paid until the end of the year. They worked on hope and would get paid in June for nine months work. We had a very small library and some vandals had destroyed everything in the chemistry labs so we never had a hands-on lab experiment. But I ran the paper through a typewriter that I got from Santa Claus. That was my “passport to adventure” as I later labeled it. I would put in a slip of paper 8 ½ by 11 into the typewriter, fold it in half so that I had a double page there, and also slip in the carbon copy and 4 would have two four-page newsletters once a week or once a month. I can’t quite recall now. The Parrot was devoted to sports and chit chat and we had about 200 students. So I warned them to pass it along and don’t destroy it and that’s how it got there. When I became manager of athletics in the high school—I was too small to participate in scholastic sports so I became the manager: football manager, baseball manager—I would then write up a story and take it to the Scranton Republican, hand it into the sports editor, and he liked it and he kept encouraging me to do this. So, I got a job there at the end of my freshman year in high school in the sports department. But then he also had them steer me into going into the suburban fire halls and getting stories about what was going on in Dunmore and in Olyphant and the different suburbs of Scranton. Risley: So you began writing for the Scranton Republican in high school? Troan: Correct, part time. Well, summer intern. Risley: Okay. Troan: They never called them interns—summer job. When I was offered the job, I thought it was just for experience. I was surprised when at the end of the summer, Joe Polakoff, who was then sports editor of the Scranton Republican, said to me, “Mr. Powell, the managing editor, wants to see you before you leave to go to college.” And so I went in and he said, “Johnny, you did a good job here and we’d just like you to know much we appreciate it.” And he handed me a check for $150. It floored me because the tuition at Penn State was only something like $75 for the semester. I made $180 the next summer. But that was the start of the whole thing. And it was just a desire to write constantly. And tell everybody, “I found this out. You should know it, too.” Risley: Well, tell me about going to Penn State.